Riding on horseback, wielding the halberd, Xiang Rong continued his relentless slaughter.
By now, this war could already be declared a failure. When the twenty-thousand-strong vanguard army fell into this empty city, the originally steady advancing plan was utterly shattered—although Xiang Rong didn't quite want to admit it, the fact was that Ruan Shantao's disciple truly managed to stop him.
Even though the opponent's tactics were nowhere near those of Ruan Shantao's.
But such matters were trivial now. After all, he wasn't a grassland native. Whether or not the grassland people could win, this matter was unrelated to him. Or rather, letting the grassland people and the Southern Chen slaughter each other, and then he would act as the one who reaps the benefits—this aligned more with his interests as a Chu native.
